You have spoken the answer. A child searches far sometimes Into the red dust On a dark rose leaf And so you have gone far For the answer is: Silence. In the republic Of the winking stars and spent cataclysms Sure we are it is off there the answer is hidden and folded over, Sleeping in the sun, careless whether it is Sunday or any other day of the week, Knowing silence will bring all one way or another. Have we not seen Purple of the pansy out of the mulch and mold crawl into a dusk of velvet? blur of yellow? Almost we thought from nowhere but it was the silence, the future, working. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IF I ONLY WAS THE FELLOW by WILL S. ADKIN THE COLOSSI OF THE PLAIN by MATHILDE BLIND TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND, MASTER SHAKERLY MARMION, UPON CUPID AND PSYCHE by RICHARD BROME MARCH FIELDS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A LIKENESS (PORTRAIT BUST OF AN UNKNOWN, CAPITOL, ROME) by WILLA SIBERT CATHER |